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Red felt claws bite into his skin. A weight was heavy on his chest and he forced his eyes to open. The light made him winced and he wished he could turn away from it but the bed faced a large window. A soft squeak caught his attention and he looked down at his chest where a yellow ball of fur sat on his chest, sleeping soundly. Hesitantly, Red placed a hand over the small animal and grunted when the animal woke. It stared up at Red as if he didn't recognize him for a moment before leaning into Red's scared hand.

"What are you doing here Pika?" Red asked as gently as his rough voice could.

"He missed you," He turned to see Yellow walking in. She sat on the edge of the bed and he noticed that Pika went to her eagerly. He knew that Pika wasn't usually friendly towards people he only met recently. How had Pika even gotten to this strange place?

"I asked Silver to pick him up," Yellow answered his unspoken question. "Blue found your address pretty easily. I also talked to Blue about you and she said that it would be best if you stayed. With your leg, I think that it would be best too. I just want to make sure that it doesn't get infected or risk you reopening the wound. You're lucky that I was able to treat you so quickly considering that-"

"This is the longest I've ever heard you speak," Red laughed slightly, making her blush and look away to hide that fact. "Your voice is nice."

Yellow stuttered over her words as she thought over what Blue had said to her over the phone. "I know that this might be an inconvenience for you and you might not want to but blue said that if you argue, then I have to threaten you with Lor-"

Yellow screamed when Red grabbed her and pulled her forward. He easily rolled her under him and raised his fist into the air. He stopped himself when the red haze blocking his vision cleared enough and he could see the fear in her eyes. His fist shook slightly and it took all of his effort to put it down gently beside her head.

"Don't mention that name in front of me," his voice was rough from all the effort it took not to scream. "Do you see these scars on my hands? That bitch and her little friends gave them to me so I don't like talking about her. Tell Blue to stay out of my affairs."

Yellow could feel something warm dripping on her leg and she realized that his wound had reopened. Red seemed to know too for he rolled onto his back with a grunt. Yellow was too shock to move for a moment. She could hear Red's panting and knew that he was trying to contain the pain he was feeling. She forced herself to clear her mind and faced the beast. She pulled a cart to the bedside and leaned down to remove the bandages. She hissed when she saw that it was swelling. She just hoped that he didn't contract a fever.

She didn't speak to him but she held back so many questions. Blue said that it would be safe for Red to stay but nothing in his actions convinced her that he was safe. Blue had told her little about his past beside that if he said no to her, to tell him that she knew about Lorlei. She didn't know a thing about the woman's connection to the Red and she was almost afraid to find out. She shook her head of the thought and turned back to his injury.

"You'll still help me?" He asked, eyeing her curiously as she tended to him. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Of course I am," She admitted. "But you're hurt and you really can't do anything to me while you're hurt. I can't just leave you while you're hurt in my own home."

"I didn't know you were a doctor," He said and noticed that her hand stilled for the slightest moment. Her movements became rushed and he could see the thoughts running through her head. He couldn't read the thoughts but knew that she was trying to find an answer to his statement. He winced when she pulled the wrapping bandages a little too tightly. He grabbed her arm when she tried to turn and run from the room.

He was going to get an answer and the threat in her gaze made her gulp. Yellow was not a good liar, both from lack of practise and the horrible guilt made her voice shake. Her mind raced for a lie to add the mountain her life had become. She couldn't find a way and felt cornered so fisted her hand and punched him in the shoulder. It was more powerful than her small frame would lead others to believe. In his weaken state, he fell back against the pillow and she ran out of the room with Pika following after her.

"Even my own partner has deserted me!" Red cursed to the heavens and flew up hands helplessly.


"You need to come to the station," Silver told Yellow over the home, keeping his voice even to not scare her. He failed since she knew that he rarely called her for anything. He and Gold often visited her pub once a week to check up on her but beyond that she had no connection to her past. "Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No!" She said quickly. Being in a confined space always made her nervous and there was also the trouble with Red. It had been a couple days since that morning and she only cared for him when she knew he was sleeping. She couldn't take his measuring eyes that made her feel trapped. But while he slept, he would lash out at her and she knew that he was getting restless.

"I'll walk," She said. Silver grumbled but knew that it would only be harder by forcing her and causing her to have one of her panic attacks.

"Just be careful and I don't care if you have to sprint right through a red light, come here directly. And bring Red."

Yellow agreed to calm him. She stood there for a moment, going over what she should do with Red. She couldn't leave him in the house all alone, even though she was tempted to do just that. Silver did tell her to bring him though. She swallowed her fear and went up the stairs to Red's room. She placed her ear to the door and she could hear him tapping against the wall. She opened the door and almost jumped when Red turned his eyes to her.

She jumped when his crimson eyes met her. He stared at her for a moment before raising his wrist, the chains on his wrist clinked together in silent question. She blushed and felt shameful for chaining him to the bed since she feared him hurting her, and himself, in his nightmares. It was long enough for him to move but didn't allow him go far from the bed. The chains were also to stop him from searching the small home and finding her secrets.

"Are you going to unlock me?" He asked, very much a caged creature eying his capture. He was trying to work free a spring too pick the lock to free himself when Yellow walked in. His eyes tracked her as she walked next to him.

"I think that you still need to stay in bed for a few days," She began, tangling her fingers together. "But Silver wants to talk to you and me too. I don't want you to be walking so I have a wheelchair for you. I'll help you down on one condition. I want you to promise that you won't help me."

"You hold such little faith," He said bitterly knowing that he gave her no reason to trust him. Though, she gave no reason for him to trust her either. Good people didn't have secrets. They wouldn't need to keep secrets. He reasoned that if he stayed with her longer, he would find her secrets and report her to the police. "Fine, I promise not to hurt you."

Yellow nodded and removed the key from around her neck. Watching him carefully, she unlocked the shackles at his writs. She moved back quickly when he was freed as if she was burned. She laid some clothes on his lap for him and left the room for him to change. After a moment, she returned to his side and helped him to his feet. She took his arm and placed it over her shoulder to help carry his weight.

Red slumped against her more so that she took more of his weight. He was a fast healer but he wanted to hide that fact from Yellow. She was stronger than he first thought too since she was able to take his weight even though it was still difficult for her. She had to balance herself on the wall to help him down the stairs. She pushed him into a chair and rubbed her shoulders in relief.

"Just wait here," Yellow told him and went to get the wheelchair from the backroom. Red waited until she left before he went to the look behind the bar. He moved silently despite his large frame and rifled through drawers. He found a box of receipts but there wasn't much more. He stopped at a strong box. His fingers traced over the lock before he pulled it clear off.

Inside was the deed to the pub and at the bottom was Blue's signature. Red put that back and went through the others papers. He stopped and pulled out a photograph hidden at the bottom. He recognized the little boy in the photo of Orange. He had met the boy once and wondered why Yellow had a picture of him. He placed it into is back pocket and went through the metal box again. His hand stilled when he found another picture.

You'll always protect me, won't you? The small voice echoed from the little girl in the picture. Recognition sparked in his mind but he couldn't place anything beside the happy amber eyes, the eyes that had haunted his daydreams. He felt anger boil in him and was tempted to rip the photo but something stopped him, the overbearing guilt as the little became drowned in blood.

He jumped back when the box was shut sharply. He would've lost his fingers if he didn't pull his hand away fast enough. He looked up to see Yellow standing over him, her eyes filled with nervous fear as she took the box from him. He was slightly afraid of what she was going to say but she was silent as she placed it back in its place. He was waiting for her to break the silence but it soon became obvious that she wasn't going to.

Red winced as screams came back to him and he pressed a hand to his temple. He looked up when she pulled at his arm. It wasn't until she stopped at the door did she speak and pulled a wide brim sunhat over her eyes. "If you can walk well enough, you can walk to the station on your own."

She pulled the brim over her eyes and lowered her eyes so she didn't make contact with the others that stared. It was a sight to see a tiny woman dragging along a large limping man. Red mumbled that they should've just drive and she didn't reply. She neither had a driver license or the ability to obtain one. She didn't go out much anyways, knowing that it was safer to stay inside.

Something caught her eye and her eyes stopped when she recognize a painting placed in the shop across from her pub. She stumbled back into Red's back and she jumped back when he grabbed her arms to steady her. She ran from straight fear at that moment and into the alleyway next to her pub, hoping to get to the station quicker.

"Amarillo!" She heard Red call and she slowed slightly. She turned back and gasped when someone grabbed her and pulled her deeper into the shadows. The person placed a hand over her mouth and she couldn't scream. He moved her so that they were facing the painting yet still hidden. Memories flashed before her eyes and they solidify when the man whispered into her ear.

"Look at her," His breath moved her ear and a shiver ran up her spine. It was him!

She screamed against his hand even as she knew that no one would be able to hear her. Screams filled her mind and she could feel knives cut into her skin. There were no knives but she could feel them stabbing through her skin and she began to break out in sweat. Her limbs grew heavy and she could feel the intangible chains weighing her down.

"Remember," His voice held years of bitterness. "You caused this on yourself. I am only giving you the justice you deserve. I see that your scars had healed. Don't worry, we'll add more really soon. If you tell anyone of me, I'll kill him. Don't think I won't be able to find him. I'll kill that man you've taken into your home too, you little whore."

No, this couldn't be happening again. She was too afraid to fight back at that moment and allowed instincts to lead her and she thrust her elbow into his gut. He didn't loosen his hold enough for her to free herself but she was able bite down on his hand. He swore and pushed her to the ground. Before she was able to run, he slammed his fist into the side of her head, knocking her unconscious.

"I won't kill you yet," he rubbed his knuckles. "I won't even trap you again, that would be much too easy. A bitch like you needs to be tortured properly."


"Eh, Amarillo," Yellow felt someone tap her cheek. Her head throbbed and it hurt as she tried to open her eyes. After the glare of the overhead lights began to fade, she saw Gold standing over her. She was lying on a couch in what she recognized as Silver's office and a little girl of a year sat at her head, fanning her face.

"You've been passed out for a while," Gold told her. "Silver was getting worried so he called me to go find you. He would've gone himself but he's busy with this new case he has. What happened with that guy I found you with? I saw him leaning over you, trying to attack you so I saved your life. You should've seen me! I kicked his butt so bad he was begging me for mercy and-"

"But he knocked you out," the little girl laughed and Gold face palmed. "You tried to attack him and he turned on you, and punched you! If it wasn't for me, you would've lost. I'm the real hero by throwing that rock at him."

"You saved Daddy," Gold laughed and lifted the small child into his arms, kissing her cheek. She pushed his face away and him to be serious. He laughed harder, "You're just like your mother, my little Moonstone."

Yellow laughed slightly at Gold and his daughter. Then something came to her mind. "The man you found me with, did you capture him?"

"Of course I did," Gold said proudly. "He's in the interview room in chains. He told me that you've been keeping him chained to your bed for a couple weeks now. Didn't know you were into that kind of things but you know what they say, it's always the quiet one."

"What?" Yellow blushed at his suggestive wink. "Wait, you captured Red?"

She didn't wait for him to answer before she ran out of Silver's office to the room beside the interview room. She looked through the double sided mirror and saw Red sitting at the table. His hands handcuffed to the table in front of him. He sat there motionless and held no emotion in his eyes. They glinted with something she couldn't name though.

"Oh, Red, I'm so sorry," She cried softly, referring to the threat he made toward Red earlier that day. She couldn't be responsible for more death. It seemed no matter how much she tried, she couldn't hide from the demon that plagued her.

"Yellow?" She turned to see Silver. Even though he was younger than her by a year, he stood head and shoulders taller than her. The grim lines on his face made her stomach shiver. She only wanted to return to her forest and cry herself asleep. She didn't know what he wanted but she knew that it couldn't be good following her encounter with the man of her nightmares.

"He's not the one," She told him softly, not taking her eyes off Red. "He's not the man that had been hunting me. Please, let him go."

So he can go far from here and be safe, she thought silently in her mind. Silver didn't answer her, instead handed her a picture. Yellow would've sworn the girl in the picture could've been her sister since she looked so much like her except for her blue eyes. She was slightly confused on why Silver would show her a picture of this woman. She didn't recognize her as one of customers she there was no connection between them.

"We just found her dead body yesterday," Yellow head shot up to stare at him. Why had he called her? Did he think that she or Red was connected to the killing? She knew that Red was bedridden for the last couple weeks so he couldn't possible kill this woman. Yellow immediately defended him but Silver held up a hand to silence her.

"I'll like to talk to both you and Red in private," Silver held the door open for her. She hesitated for a moment, looking back at Red. Her heart cried out to him but she followed Silver out the door and back to his office. Gold and Moonstone were still there, with Gold spinning the little girl on the rotating chair when they entered.

The atmosphere thickened when Silver entered the room. "Gold, you should take Moonstone away from here. This isn't something for a child to hear."

Gold nodded and lifted the child easily into his arms. The two friends exchanged a look as Gold walked out. Yellow couldn't read their faces and that scared a part of her. She stared down at her hands. She gasped when she saw that they were drenched with blood again. A part of her knew that they weren't there but she still thrust her hands into her skirt to keep them from her sight.

She screamed when someone touched her hands. She took her hand back quickly and looked up into crimson eyes. Red looked down at her concerned, but she only looked away. She wasn't cold but when she rubbed her arms, she could feel goose bumps.

"Don't touch her," Silver said sharply to Red. Red didn't answer, only sitting in the seat beside her. Silver sighed and sat at his desk, folding his hands in front of him. Then he began to set out three pictures of woman with long blond hair. "Do you know any of them?"

Yellow looked over each of them and then shook her head no. Red looked through them too and his frown deepened with every picture. They all almost looked like Yellow.

"These women had all been killed in the last couple weeks." Silver started.

"So you think that she'll be targeted next?" Red asked, his fist shaking slightly. He couldn't let anything happen to Yellow. It was odd to feel protective of her even if he knew she was keeping secrets from him but he felt as if he knew her somewhere else.

"No," Silver gathered the pictures. "I think she knows very well who he is. Please Yellow, Blue and I have been trying to protect you but we can only do so much. I don't know what he has been threatening you with all these years but it's time you trust us. Just give us our name his name."

"I can't risk it," Yellow said gently. "I'm sorry."

Silver slammed his hands on the table, rising to his feet. "So it is him killing these people! It was only a hunch I had but… God! I get you're afraid but people are dying now. This isn't just you anymore so give me a name! Don't you want me to put him behind bars? Look at them!"

Silver threw the files of the dead women onto her lap. She fisted her hands in her skirt, angry at the feeling of helplessness gathering within her. "If I knew it would stop him, I would. If I thought that he won't be able to find a way to still hurt me and those close to me, I would. And even if I thought that, I don't know his name."

"How the hell could you not know his name?" Red got to his feet sharply when he saw Silver lean over Yellow threateningly. With an easy movement, he pushed Silver aside. He looked down at the pictures littering the floor. He almost doubled over in pain. Sounds of gun fire returned to him and he had to sit back down.

"What are we going to do?" Yellow asked softly. She explained to them what happened to her in the alleyway and guilt laid heavy in his heart. He was outside that alleyway, why hadn't he been able to help her? He couldn't fail in protecting someone else. Not again.

"What did you do to him to make him want to do this to you?" Silver asked. Yellow didn't tell him about what happened all those years ago.

He could still remember the day he woke up at the sound of knocking on the door. It had been during the time he was still living with Blue. Blue had opened the door to find a Yellow drenched in blood. Blue had taken her into a room and they had spoken in harsh whispers. Silver didn't know what they talked about that day, only that Blue told him that Yellow was dead and she was now Amarillo. He knew that Blue was the only one that knows what happened but she was adamant on letting Yellow decide herself when it was time to tell everyone.

"I didn't do anything," Yellow lied. "But we have to find him. I'll try to help as much as I can though. I can draw a picture of how he looks. And I know that if he really killed these women, they would have stab wounds. He liked knives."

Red could tell that she was trying to fight back panic tears by the way her shoulders shook and her breathing became uneven. He reached out for her, drawing her into his body. She stiffened for a moment before she leaned into his shoulder and sobbed.

"I'm so sorry. I just can't do it! I can't go back, I'm not strong enough. Please don't let me go back there!" Red smoothed her hair, knocking her hat off so that he could caress her better. He looked up and saw that Silver was watching them impatiently. He looked down at Yellow and could only see the top of her head since she kept her face buried in his shoulder. He knew that her tears had stopped but she couldn't look into Silver's accusing look knowing that he was right in his accusing. These women were dead, and if she knew the killer there would be more, and she was too afraid to do anything to help them.

"We'll find him," Red vowed, looking Silver in the eyes and squeezing Yellow's hand.

"But there's another problem," Silver said. "Who's going to watch over Yellow? There's not enough people on the force for me to lose one to watch Yellow twenty four seven. I would do it myself but my wife is pregnant and I really want to be there for her as much as possible. I can call Blue I guess-"

"I'll do it," Red volunteered before he could think it over. Yellow head shot up from its place on his shoulder and stared up at him. "I'll protect Amarillo."

"Okay," Silver sighed. "If you do, I think it would be best if you knew that her name is really Yellow."


What have Yellow done? The mystery has thickened! Not as much shipping moments but I shall get to some fluff soon cause I don't want to put in too much drama.

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